Photo Credit: Al Forbes @ A Mixed Bag
Hannah loved storms. She spent hours watching strobes of lightning, counting, “one-one thousand…two-one thousand…three…” until the thunder boomed, rattling the house.
One spring day, Hannah found herself out in the elements when a massive storm rolled in.
With no shelter in sight, she headed back through the pasture toward the road where her car was parked. “What’s a little rain,” she thought, “I won’t melt!”
Suddenly, she felt a tingling from head to toe. There was a bright flash of light. Hannah didn’t see it as much as she felt it…a massive, magnificent burst of energy in every cell of her body. For a brief moment Hannah realized she had been struck by lightning. “It doesn’t hurt,” she thought. Then everything went black.
A local farmer found her after the storm. She had survived, but her recovery would be long and painful. They say that being struck by lightning is like being cooked in a microwave oven…from the inside out!
But Hannah will tell you that she still loves storms. Since her tryst with lightning she has developed a peculiar talent. She no longer needs to count between the lightning and the thunder…she just knows.
kat ~ 17 March 2016
(196 Words)
A story in response to the photo prompt above by Al Forbes for his Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge. If you would like to read other stories or enter your own, click HERE.
photo by Samuel Zeller
They gathered to watch the funeral procession high above the bustling street. Whispered conversations on politics, movies, and recipes filled the space scored by piped-in ambient soft Rock. They gathered to watch the funeral procession for someone already forgotten.
kat ~ 10 March 2016
A short, short story in response to the 3 Line Tale Challenge based on the photo above by Samuel Zeller for Sonya of only 100 words. Read other tales or enter your own HERE.
Photo Credit: Louise at The Storyteller’s Abode
The footsteps behind her were persistent. Samantha clutched the camera bag close to her chest. Her heartbeat thudded faster, a dull drone in her ears. Each time she sped up, so did he.
“Just keep moving, Sam. You’ll find the others soon. You only left the tour group for a minute,” she told herself. The air was still, haunting, but for her footsteps and his. She started to sweat. Her lungs were gulping for air as she quickened her pace to a light jog.
The edge of the garden just ahead was surrounded by a wall. Samantha stopped, defeated, realizing the only way to return to the group was to retrace her steps. She mustered every bit of resolve she had, turned, stared intently at the ground and pushed herself forward.
He had stopped walking. As Samantha approached, she could see his shadow, long, dark, looming on the walkway just ahead. “Just walk. No eye contact. You can do this.” The top of his shadow loomed closer…closer…
“Excuse me Miss. You dropped your lens cover.”
kat ~ 10 March 2016
(175 Words)
This story is in response to the Photo Prompt for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) weekly challenge. If you would like to read other stories or enter your own, click HERE. Thanks to PJ (Priceless Joy) for hosting this awesome challenge and to Louise at The Storyteller’s Abode for this great photo! 🙂
Photo Credit: Glen Noble
I couldn’t resist participating in this Three Line Tale Challenge…even if it is a bit late. I could get lost in a place like this and be perfectly happy never to return to the outside world. And so here is my Three Line Tale in the form of a Haiku. Thank you Sonya for hosting this great challenge!
Where some see chaos,
a book-loving hoarder’s lair,
others see heaven!
kat ~ 7 March 2016
like mercury colliding... 